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CHAPTER 25 The Memory Stone

Zara's POV

I didn't expect the stone to be warm.

It pulsed softly in my palm, like a heartbeat not quite my own, steady and strange. There were tiny cracks running through the crystal, barely visible, like spiderwebs, but I couldn't stop staring at them.

"This is called a Memory Stone," Mile...